Dear Diary . . . day by day

Wednesday, August 8th, 2001 - Ms. Sally Homemaker

Sorry I'm not writing much here, kids. I think I'm getting sick - my ear likes to make this bubbly sound now and again, and I'm sure my old ear infection is still hanging out. My body compensates for this by giving me annoying headaches at night, right before bedtime. I've not been sleeping well at night (possibly from headaches, possibly from Tim's elbows - my kingdom for a king-size bed!), so I've been sleeping in until noon or so, then waking up all disoriented and grumpy. In short, I'm getting almost nothing done, despite the fact that I'm not working at a day job right now.
Last night, however, I drank some NyQuil. I have to watch that I don't get accustomed to sleeping on that stuff, as it really does nip my insomnia in the bud and it's so, so nice to actually sleep a whole night through. This morning, I was actually able to wake up when Tim came in to say goodbye before heading off to his dream-job. So, here I am, before 10(!), typing away.
Small victories.
If you've been reading my boyfriend's journal, you know that I'm going nuts shopping for him. On Monday, the only productive thing I did all day was buy shoes and clothing for him. This was because, a) I was a little depressed (from what is too long and private to go into right now) and b) Tim really needed new clothes. Kellie used to call this (and probably still does): shopping therapy. I thought Monday was particularly effective, especially since I usually am buying myself stuff I don't need all that badly and this time I was buying shoes and underwear that someone else needed. I got Tim some much needed sandals (which his boss complimented him on the very next day), a pair of khakis (which he swears he'll never wear, but I insist he be able to be a little dressy on short notice, as you never know), an off-white linen shirt (which he says looks very post-colonial, I-live-on-an-island), a cornflower blue henley (which makes his eyes so blue it hurts my heart; gods, he's a beautiful boy) and three pairs of sexy boxers (well, I think he looks sexy in them).
Oh, this is a very exciting journal entry, isn't it? You're all reading with baited breath, I'm sure: do we get to hear more about the boxers? Patterned or solids? Knit or cotton or silk?
Heh. Sorry. I'm Ms. Sally Homemaker these days, or at least I'm starting to feel that way a bit. I'll spare you the tales of cooking him dinner and getting the art in the living room framed (just like real adults!), for now. Let's just hope I can pass the CBEST on the first go (this Saturday morning) and get a nice, solid job substitute teaching somewhere.
I should go finish my Midnight Robber article and make David happier. Have a lovely hump day, y'all!

Exercise log:
Maybe physical therapy exercises do count, as I was far less winded than K. (the phys. therapy assistant) who was demonstrating them for me.
Writing log:
Almost done with Midnight Robber article.
I'm currently reading:
Genuis of Deceit by Tim Pratt
On Becoming A Novelist by John Gardner
No longer outlining, just reading and marking up w/ pencil:
Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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